I'm having an official mare.
Off to Denmark today for the Roskilde gig, or so I thought. Meself, Al Jarvis & our Pompey mate Gordie were booked onto the 7am flight from Heathrow this morning. They got on it, I didn't. :(
Are you comfortable?, then I'll begin....
To avoid a long cab journey this morning, we booked into a Hotel near the airport last night. Still needed a 4.30am wake up call to get us up & out & at'em, arrived at Heathrow just after 5, everything going swimmingly.
After spending 1/2 hour at a ticket desk getting our tix printed which left us 35 notes lighter each (I'll let Al explain that one), we got to check-in. Then I go through the ritual of, ooh I can't find me passport, ooh here it is. Only, here it wasn't. Fcuk, fcuk, double fcuk.
So after some quick negotiating with the nice Scandanavian Airlines staff I'm switched onto the 5pm flight. It's the only other flight that's available today which will get me there in time and this is assuming I can locate the passport in the meantime. This flight gets into Copenhagen at 8pm, followed by the usual customs bollox & a 1/2 hour cab journey to Roskilde, should get me there in time for when the Order take to the stage at 10pm. No hold-ups permitting.
So, now I'm at home. The pp aint here. I reckon it's on my desk at work. Hmm. Banks arn't easy to break into at weekends
. But I know who has the key & the alarm instructions, they are home & waiting for me to collect it.
So that's where I'm at, if it's not on my desk, I'm completely fuct. Means I've dropped it somewhere or whatever. Not convinced this is really worth it to see pretty much the same set I've seen 29 times in the last year.![]()
Just wanted to share my plight with me cyber mates & I'll let yous all know how I get on.
Oh, & whoever said Copenhagen is Wonderful Wonderful can FCUK RIGHT OFF :)